Taco Bell Story

My three-year-old son, Matt, had a lot of problems with potty
training. One day we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick lunch in
between errands. It was very busy, with a full dining room.


While enjoying my taco, I smelled something funny, so of course
I checked my seven-month-old daughter, and she was clean. Then I
realized that Matt had not asked to go potty in a while, so I
asked him, and he said, "No."


I kept thinking, "Oh Lord, that child has had an accident and I
didn't have any clothes with me." I asked again, "Matt, are you
sure you did not have an accident?" "No," he replied. I just
knew that he must have, cause the smell was getting worse.


So, I asked one more time, "Matt, did you have an accident?"


This time, with a little smirk on his face, he jumped up, yanked
down his pants, bent over and spread his cheeks and yelled, "See
Mom, it's just gas!!"


While 50 people nearly choked to death on their tacos, he calmly
pulled up his pants and sat down to eat his food as if nothing
happened. I was mortified, but some kind elderly people made me
feel a lot better, when they came over and thanked me for the
best laugh they had ever had!